Simple Twist of Fate: Fated, Book 3 Page 5

  “I…liked it.” With a wicked smile he did it again, tweaking her nipple between his index finger and thumb, the pain his touch produced an exquisite sort of torture she’d never experienced before.

  Oh, it felt good. Too good. He knew exactly what she wanted, which was scary. He stroked her, kissed her all over her body, his mouth and hands lingering on all of her extra sensitive spots. Raining kisses on her belly, he dipped his hand between her legs, cupping her sex. She surged against him, moaning when he stroked her slit carefully with his finger.

  “Evan.” She was so wet she could hear how creamy she was between her thighs as he searched her folds. He slid one finger inside her, then another, pumping in and out, slow and steady.

  Driving her out of her freaking mind.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispered, pushing his fingers as deep as they would go. She arched into his hand, grinding herself against his palm and he slipped lower, replacing his hand with his mouth.

  His glorious, skilled, unbelievably good mouth.

  A choked scream escaped her and she curled her fingers into his hair, holding him to her. He licked her, searching every nook and cranny, a single finger returning to thrust deep. She loved it, loved how he fucked her with his thick finger while sucking her clit. God, she was going to come, she just knew it. It was going to happen, barreling down upon her with no hesitation and she held her breath. Held her body tight, waiting for that one magical moment…

  And she fell over the edge, her body consumed with shivers, her inner muscles clutching and releasing around his finger as her climax took her far beyond anything she’d experienced with her vibrator.

  There was no replacing the hard, hot flesh of a real live man. No matter how many vibrating levels her toy had, it just wasn’t the same…

  “You look far too pleased with yourself.”

  His rumbling deep voice brought her out of her orgasm-induced haze and she smiled at him, lifting a weak hand so she could stroke his hair. He lay between her thighs, his mouth quirked in the smallest of smiles, his eyes lit with unrestrained desire. Moving up, he rested his elbows on either side of her head, pressing his mouth to hers, his cock nudging against her hip.

  “I’m very pleased,” she murmured after breaking the kiss. “And I think it’s your turn to be pleased.”

  “If you’re lucky, I have a feeling you’ll be—pleased again. And very soon.”

  “Oooh, if I’m lucky, huh?” She liked a man with cocky confidence in bed. There was no doubt in her mind Evan could deliver.

  “I think you’re about to become very lucky indeed.” He kissed her again, his tongue deep in her mouth, his big hands wrapped tight around her hips. She wiggled against him, her body responding immediately to his touch.

  She couldn’t wait to get lucky again.

  Evan withdrew from Morgan so she could move, watching with anticipation as she rolled over and reached for the bedside table drawer. She was looking for a condom, doing the right thing and yeah, that was great but all he could think about was the amazing view he was being offered.

  Morgan lying on her stomach, her delectable ass perched and ready for him. This was the first time he was actually going to get inside her and he knew it was only the proper thing to do it the old fashioned way, face-to-face.

  But admiring her ass, he knew it would be fucking unbelievable to take her from behind. Watching as he sunk his cock inside her, sliding in and out and glistening from her juices, he’d wrap his arm around her and touch her clit. Her entire body would quiver, she’d toss back her head, her hair spilling across her shoulders as she shuddered around him and moaned his name…

  He broke out in a sweat just thinking about it. Hell, his cock dribbled pre-come in anticipation. Without thought he grabbed her, wrapped his hands around her slender waist and dragged her on her knees toward him.

  “What are you doing? Oh.” She gasped when he grasped hold of his cock and dragged it between her lush cheeks. She trembled, a murmur of undeniable approval escaped her.

  “You’re beautiful like this,” he whispered. And she was. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal, she shifted her knees, spreading a little for him and he caught a glimpse of creamy pink flesh, open and ready for him. “Give me the condom.”

  Bearing her weight on one hand, she turned and handed him the little foil packet, watching him from over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen and damp from his. Her hair was a tumbled mess, and she had that I-just-came look that beautiful women wore so well.

  He wanted to put that look on her face again, times two. Tearing open the wrapper, he rolled the condom on, his fingers shaking in the process.

  Damn. She was really doing a number on him.

  “Tell me no if you don’t want this,” he murmured, his hands pulling on her waist once more, positioning her perfectly. “You’re just so damn hard to resist.”

  “N-no.” She shook her head and he paused, his hands dropping from her waist. Disappointment crashed through him. Was she outright rejecting him? Or just rejecting him taking her from behind?

  “I mean yes.” She hung her head low and took a deep breath. “I just don’t want you to think I’m…”

  “You’re thinking too much.” He stroked her back, marveling at her smooth skin, the way she leaned into his touch. “Just relax. Enjoy it.”

  Slowly he entered her. Inch by excruciating inch he slipped inside, torturing himself. Her inner walls clamped around him, hot and wet and inviting. Further and further he went until he was fully seated inside her, the both of them panting heavily when he paused.

  He withdrew then surged inside her again, establishing a slow but steady rhythm, captivated with the scene before him. She worked with his movements, her body sliding up and down his cock, her butt bumping against his hips. Little whimpers escaped her every time he went deep, and he groaned in answer.

  Damn, this was amazing. If she was just some bimbo he picked up for a quick fuck he would’ve completely taken over. Grabbed her hard and rammed inside her until he came with a fury that exhausted him.

  But she wasn’t a bimbo. He already was trying to figure out how he could see her again. He wanted to make it good for her, wanted to make this last. Despite the familiar tingling at the base of his spine, the heavy weight of his balls, he was ready to come.

  He wouldn’t, though. Not yet.

  “Harder,” she gasped, grinding against him in a swaying movement that had his eyes almost crossing. He broke out into a sweat, his breath sounding like a bellows as it sawed in and out of his lungs. He wasn’t moving a muscle but she was working his cock, her frantic movements telling him she was close.

  And he was always one who wanted to please.

  Evan took her harder, slammed into her faster, his control slipping with his every thrust. He wanted it to build, damn it. Wanted to ensure she would have an even better orgasm than the first one. “I’m not gonna last,” he muttered between harsh pants of breath.

  “Me either.” She sounded thrilled. “Oh God, I’m coming.”

  Her velvety hot muscles tightened around him and then a gush of wetness, her entire body shuddering as she came. She whispered his name, lowered her head to the mattress and he surged against her, his orgasm taking him over.

  He came with a gusty shout of her name, his hands so tight about her hips he’d probably left a mark. Again and again he shuddered his release and he wondered if his entire body drained of fluid with that one orgasm.

  It certainly felt like it.

  When he found the strength he released his hold on Morgan and withdrew from her body. Got rid of the condom in the little trashcan in her bathroom then slipped back into bed, drawing her close. She snuggled even closer, her lithe body wrapped around him and he rested his cheek on top of her head, breathing in her fragrant, slightly damp hair.

  He was exhausted. She seemed tired too. Her body was limp, her breathing even and it felt so damn right, holding her close. Her mouth pressed against
his neck in the lightest of kisses and damn if his dick didn’t offer a halfhearted reaction.

  “Stay the night?” There was caution in her voice. He hugged her close and dropped a kiss on her head.

  “Yeah. I’m wiped.” He closed his eyes. Being tired wasn’t the only reason he wanted to stay.

  He liked her, wanted to get to know her better. The chemistry between them was off the charts. The sex was like nothing he’d experienced in a long time, if ever. He wanted to explore this, see how far they could take it, see if she could be…

  The one.

  His eyes snapped open and he stared unseeingly in the dark. This was crazy. And happening so fast, it kind of blew his mind.

  Okay, it really blew his mind. If he thought about it too much he would fill himself with doubt and that was the absolute last thing he needed to do.

  Instead, he closed his eyes once more and let exhausted satisfaction take over. His body still hummed pleasantly from the orgasm and she was lightly stroking him, her fingernails grazing over his chest. It felt damn good, too damn good and his cock was reacting rather aggressively considering he just came like a beast only a few minutes earlier.

  So he did what any other assuming man would do. He rolled her over so he lay on top of her, her legs wound around his waist and he kissed her welcoming mouth. “Tell me where I can filch another one of those condoms.”

  Morgan giggled and waved a hand toward the bedside table. “Over there.”

  And he did.

  Chapter Six

  “Oh, my God, the ring is huge.”

  Jenna preened, her hand thrust out in front of her, the glittering diamond on her ring finger giving off such light Morgan was afraid she’d be temporarily blinded. “I know, right? It was so unexpected. I mean, I had a suspicion he was going to ask me but I didn’t have a clue he would give me such a spectacular ring. Though he could’ve given me a ring made of tinfoil and I would’ve loved it.”

  Morgan believed her. Jenna was so gone over Brett the guy could do no wrong. And he was an incredibly nice guy. Oh, and gorgeous. He had this way of looking at Jenna like she was the most beautiful woman on the entire planet. It was sweet.

  A few weeks ago she would’ve rolled her eyes but now she thought it was sweet. See what finding a good man did?

  “He has great taste.” Mia grabbed Jenna’s hand and admired it closely. “Did anyone help him pick it out?”

  “I may have dropped a hint or two what I wanted my ring to look like.” Jenna giggled. “But nope, he did it all on his own.”

  “Too good to be true, that one,” Morgan couldn’t help but add.

  It had been two weeks since Jenna went on her weekend mini vacation with her boyfriend and come back an engaged woman. It had taken the three of them that long to get together for a Saturday afternoon. They were having a long lunch at one of their favorite restaurants.

  “Don’t you play the cynical card, Morgan,” Mia chastised with a knowing grin. “You need to dish about your new hunky boyfriend.”

  Mia didn’t work with Jenna and Morgan any longer so she hadn’t heard all the details. Not that Morgan shared many details with Jenna, for that matter. For once in her life, she was keeping things…quiet.

  Private.

  Savoring Evan all for herself to enjoy.

  “She won’t even dish to me.” Jenna shook her head. “And I thought I was her best friend.”

  “You’re too in love and planning your wedding. I didn’t want to bore you with my life.” Jenna was totally wrapped up in wedding plans. They’d set the date nine months away, and she was already in full panic mode.

  “I am never too busy for you.” Jenna’s expression was serious. “Come on, spill.”

  Morgan sighed. How could she explain when she really didn’t understand it herself? It was just happening so…fast. Like a raging wildfire out of control and consuming the side of a mountain and she didn’t know how to slow it down. Didn’t know if she wanted to slow it down since she was sort of enjoying the wild and bumpy ride.

  She was really enjoying the wild and bumpy ride. Not only did she have fun with Evan and liked talking to him, they had a lot in common. And the sex was unbelievably good.

  It was almost too perfect. And that was the part that scared her the most.

  “We get along great,” Morgan started, shooting the both of them a withering glare when she saw the smirks on their faces. “He’s really sweet. He makes me feel good. The only drawback is that he’s busy. His work keeps him going constantly, and he’s never one to say no. If they ask him to work an extra shift he never hesitates. I haven’t even seen him in a couple of days.”

  Though he had called her late last night and said the hottest, most arousing things she’d ever heard. The moment she got off the phone she’d well…gotten off. But her hands didn’t bring her the satisfaction Evan’s could.

  Sigh. She was so gone for the man it wasn’t even funny.

  “He sounds like Brett. Oh! In fact, I talked to Brett about your guy.” Jenna smiled, and Morgan’s cheeks heated with embarrassment. She didn’t want to know what he said.

  Well, fine, yes she did.

  “What did he say?” Mia asked eagerly.

  “I had no idea about this but I guess there are quite a few EMTs and paramedics out there who have quite the lothario reputation.” Jenna shook her head and laughed. “Brett said they’re a bunch of players.”

  Morgan’s heart sunk into the pit of her stomach. Great. Her potential boyfriend—she really didn’t know what to call him—was a player. Just what she wanted to hear.

  “But when I mentioned his name, Brett said Evan was a pretty stand up guy. In fact, he said Evan was very serious, almost too serious. He works hard and is very good at his job, but he has a hard time letting loose.”

  He didn’t have a hard time letting loose with her.

  “Ah, is he all serious and no fun, Morgan?” Mia waved a hand and smiled. “I doubt that very much.”

  “He’s very driven. He’s saving money to buy some land so he could build a house on it.” He’d admitted that to her a few nights ago, the last night he spent at her place, in fact. They’d been talking after a particularly delicious bout of lovemaking, and he’d admitted some of his future dreams. How he’d even found the land he wanted to buy and was saving every extra penny so he could purchase it and soon since it was such a good deal, what with the way real estate was currently priced.

  He was very serious. Brett wasn’t kidding. So purposefully driven and he treated her so wonderfully.

  It scared the crap out of her.

  “Oh, wow, sounds ambitious. Nothing wrong with that.” Mia took a sip of her lemonade. “Maybe someday Jake could build his house.”

  Jake and his father were partners in a construction company. “I can recommend him to Evan.” Morgan’s voice sounded faint, even to her own ears. Her head spun and she grabbed her water glass, taking huge gulps of it to calm her nerves.

  Nope, didn’t help.

  “You don’t look so good.” Jenna watched her with a careful eye. “What’s wrong?”

  Morgan shook her head and pasted a smile on her face. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

  “Liar.” Mia reached out and rested her hand on top of Morgan’s. “Come on, confess. We want to help you.”

  Morgan exhaled loudly. “You’ll think I’m stupid.”

  “Never. I was ridiculous when I first got together with Brett, remember?” Jenna shot her a pointed look.

  “She was ridiculous.” Mia giggled when she got the death stare. “And I was stupid too. We all do stupid things for love.”

  Love. The word was so big, so important. Amazing how four letters strung together could leave her feeling so completely out of sorts.

  “He’s too perfect,” Morgan finally confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Like I think someday a bomb is going to drop and I’m going to find out he’s a serial killer or that he has another wife and four kids. Something bad, y
ou know? That I’m just his piece on the side and he’s been stringing me along all this time.”

  “I think Brett would know if Evan’s married, Morgan,” Jenna said.

  Morgan rolled her eyes. “It’s just an example, Jenna. I just mean… I don’t know what I mean. He’s wonderful. He’s sweet, he listens and he seems to like hanging out with me. I know he works hard so he’s not around as much as I’d like but maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe he’d get sick of me.”

  “He doesn’t sound like the type to get sick of you. He sounds like he really cares.” Warmth glowed in Mia’s eyes and the sight of it made Morgan’s stomach roil. She pushed her plate away from her.

  That was the part that freaked her out the most. That he could care. That he could already be—gulp—in love with her. Why would he be? What did he see in her? She wasn’t that special, she never had been. No, she didn’t think so low of herself that she wasn’t worthy but come on. Men did not fall instantly in love with her. That sort of thing had never happened to her before.

  “That’s the problem. I think he does care. And it’s happening too fast. I’m being completely irrational, I know but I can’t help it. I’ve been seeing him for two weeks. Fourteen days. That’s not long enough to know anything.”

  Mia and Jenna exchanged knowing glances, which only frustrated Morgan more. “And don’t give me your fated, it was meant to be crap either. I don’t believe in that. I never have. Just because we have such a strong connection doesn’t mean anything. It’s just…really great sex.”

  Her friends stared at her mutely which urged her on.

  “Yep, that’s it. Great sex. Fantastic. The man is amazing. I lucked out in that department. So I’m just going to accept it for what it is, a really great affair and when it’s over I’ll mourn for a bit, I can’t lie about that but it will be over. It has to be. Nothing this good sticks, right? Right?”

  Morgan was rambling. She knew it. Jenna and Mia watched her with identical expressions on their faces. As if they found her ridiculously amusing, which they probably did. Fine, she could be the butt of their joke. She didn’t care. At least she was having great sex with a hot guy.